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“It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I'm not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.' She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.”

Quote by Ernest Hemingway

Work

A Farewell to Arms

Ernest Hemingway's poignant narrative follows the story of an American soldier and his love affair amidst the chaos of war. The novel delves into the complexities of human emotions and the stark realities of war, offering a profound and introspective look at the human condition. more

Author

Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Hemingway

American author known for his concise and forceful writing style, as well as his profound insights into life. Hemingway's works cover a wide range of themes including war, adventure, and love, with notable titles such as 'The Old Man and the Sea' and 'A Farewell to Arms'. more

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